First Step

There was a quiet to the dawn
Almost a hushed reverence
As if the night were holding its breath
Waiting for the sun
To put in an appearance

I stood on the edge of the wood
Looking into its gloom
Fortifying for that first step
Into the unknown
There was no discernible path

What would this journey cost
In the end would it be worth the pain
There were no answers from the
Silent wood
I released my breath
And began my journey home